Saturday, 4 July 2015

Blog Tour - SEARCHING FOR ALWAYS

Searching for Always by Jennifer Probst is now out! This is the 4th and final book in the Searching For series.

She’s an expert in helping others de-stress, but Arilyn Meadows is running on fumes. Along with her job counseling singles seeking soul mates at the Kinnections agency in Verily, New York, she’s a yoga teacher, animal shelter volunteer, anger management therapist, and helping hand to her beloved grandfather. No time to find Mr. Right—but after discovering her yogi boyfriend in a compromising asana, Arilyn would rather dog-sit for her honeymooning friend Kate than risk her heart on another downward dog. And when police officer Stone Petty—radiating masculinity and bad-boy attitude—is sent to her for mandatory lessons in cooling off when the job gets too hot, Arilyn vows to ignore his seductive glances and sexy grin. But there’s no halting their sizzling flirtation—a red-hot, high-speed chase that’s breaking all the limits.

Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.

She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.

Her breath stopped. Those inky eyes snappedopen and suddenly she was gazing into a
pit of seething,raw desire. Very deliberately, he slid the pins holding

her tight topknot in place out of her hair one byone. She
stared, helpless, until the long strands hungdown around to her waist, masking her
face. Neverbreaking
his slow motions, he twisted his fingers intoher hair and tugged her head back.

“I don’t want to be your friend,”he growled.Arilyn
stiffened. Every inch of her body tingled.

“Fine, we’re not friends. You’ve never
been civil anyway.”

“You’re right. I’m not civil
or even civilized whenI get near you. Wanna know what I really want todo?”

“No.”

“Tough shit. Gonna tell you anyway.”A low moanescaped her
lips, because she was burning up for himand hated every minute of it. “I want to strip theseorganic clothes from your body, lay you out on thebed, and
explore every inch. Bite, suck, lick. I want topush inside that wet heat I know is
waiting for me andmake you come so hard you won’t be able to speakfor at least five full minutes. I want to do bad thingsto you,
Arilyn. Dirty things. Things that would shockyou to the core and cause you to run screaming
outthe door if you’re a nice
girl. Are you a nice girl?”

Her skin was on fire. Her ears roared and herthighs clenched in a desperate attempt to
stop therush of
warm liquid trickling between them. This typeof arousal was insane. Wrong on so many
levels. StonePetty was
the type of man who would take his pleasure,be rough, and demand she leave nothing
behind.

There would be no sweetness or tender words. Therewould be no
gentle care when he finally took her, orslow smiles, or easy climbs to a pleasurable
orgasm.If she
surrendered, he’d wreck her
completely. Hewas dangerous.She was a good girl.

She craved a healthy, satisfying relationship. Adeep,
abiding friendship with a man on the same spiritualquest. She was searching for always. Forever.

He’d give nothing but physical satisfaction andwouldn’t look twice when he walked back out thedoor in the morning.She was a
good girl.His grip
never gentled, but his voice softened.Stone leaned over, his mouth inches from hers. Theirbreath mingled.
She watched, hypnotized, while heran the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip, bestowinglittle nips
until she began to sag in his arms andmoved an inch forward for more.

“You’re not sure, are you, little one?”he murmured,pressing
that lush, soft mouth to hers in tiny kisses thatdid nothing but inflame. “You’re caught between what you know you should want and what your deepest fantasiestorment you
to ask for. I warned you that youowed me a favor. I can’t be the
one to take constantly.You need to walk into this with your eyes wide-open,because I’m a son of a bitch and I know it. Here’s myprice for
saving you and the dog: when you’re ready totake the
leap with me, you have to ask.”

She fought for sanity, but that wicked mouth keptteasing,
caressing her jaw, the sensitive slope of herneck, biting, licking, making her crazy. “Ask for what?”she managed to ground out. Another bite
on her earlobecaused a
shudder to wrack her body.

“God, you’re so
responsive. I could devour youwhole.”

“You smell so good,”she muttered. She wanted tosavor the deliciousness of woods and musk. Of sweatand man.

His low laugh raked across her ears. His erectionnotched
between her thighs, tempting her to be avery bad, bad girl. “I’m not gonna force you andhear you cry foul in the morning. When you’re readyto take the leap, to seize the moment and not thinkabout
tomorrow, or what fits in your overall plan,you ask. Ask me to take you.”

“I can’t.”The idea of asking
a man to take her tobed, to be so vulnerable before a man who was nother lover
or boyfriend, horrified her. Scared her. Paralyzed her.

“You will. Because that’s the
price.”He licked theplace where
her shoulder connected to her neck andshe cried out.

“How do you know I won’t lie?”

“Because you’re honest.
You told me the truthtoday even though you didn’t want to. I trust you. AndI’ll know from the look on your face.”

This was the craziest bargain she’d ever heard of.It wouldn’t be a
problem. She could just keep a safedistance, bury herself in work, and after the coursewas over
she wouldn’t see him again. She’d neverallow
herself to beg a man to make love to her, knowinghe wasn’t interested in the person she was inside.Arilyn didn’t do sex for just sex. It’d be empty andunfulfilling.Wouldn’t it?